Zhang Yi was speechless. Before he could finish his words, the guys in front of him were already injected with blood.

At this time, we cannot disturb them. For these people, being able to study is undoubtedly the greatest happiness.

After the noise subsided, Zhang Yi took over the topic just now and continued: "Starting from the completion of the village school, all children over seven years old and under fourteen years old in the village will enter the village school to start education. Those who are seven to ten years old will learn in the morning and evening, and can receive 50 yuan at the end of the month. Those who are ten to twelve years old will learn in the morning and evening, and those who are ten to twelve years old will learn in the morning and evening, and those who are ten to twelve years old will take the cowshed duty, and they can receive 100 yuan at the end of the month. Those who are thirteen to fourteen will practice in the evening, and the cowshed will be on duty in the morning and evening, and the cowshed will be on duty at the end of the month, and can receive 200 yuan at the end of the month!"

The reason for this arrangement is mainly because children under ten years old are too young to help manage the cowshed. Children between the ages of ten and twelve have already made preliminary governors to replace children around thirteen years old. This way, a cycle can be formed to achieve the goal of both learning and working.

Of course, this money is not so easy to get. How could Zhang Yi give these people money for free with his personality?

This is to win over talents!

Although it is just a rough text, Zhang Yi feels that if you add some simple arithmetic, these people will definitely become very good shopkeepers. If there are two outstanding people here, they will be the accountant candidate.

You should know that the popularization of culture in the early Tang Dynasty was definitely not as high as a thousand, which means that there may not be people who read and read among the thousand people. Because of this, the lack of talents is almost the most difficult situation at present. Zhang Yi originally planned to be a rich man who was just waiting to die, so he naturally hoped that others would do something and just wait to count the money himself.

But the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. When Lao Zhong told him that his family didn’t even have an account, he was considering these issues. Today’s new bullpen and village school are the result of careful consideration recently.

All the half-grown kids have long been so excited that they can not only read and read, but also get a considerable salary. This is simply incredible for them.

However, the Lord could not tell lies and did not bother to tell lies. So when Zhang Yi announced the rules, Zhangjiazhuang truly became a sea of ​​joy.

The men didn't need Lao Zhong to urge him, and they rushed to the back mountain. It would be worth it if the children could go to school early and even if they were exhausted.

"Young Master, we can get a lot of money for so many kids!" Seeing the excited crowd dispersing, Lao Zhong looked at Zhang Yi with a distressed face.

In his opinion, the Lord was really kind this time. The average number of more than 30 children was 100 yuan per person. All of them were 30 to 100 yuan. Then what about the year? 30 to 40 yuan! If you add the meals of the Master, you can’t get all the meals of three meals a day.

Of course, yi 200 guan is not a big expense for the Viscount Mansion. The key is that he can't see any profit in this money!

Wouldn't it become a copper thrown into the water, and it would disappear without any bubbles?

"When did you see your young master doing a money-losing business?" Zhang Yi smiled, walked towards the fruit forest, and instructed Lao Zhong, "Help me ask a few people to pick oranges!"

It is not rare to sell oranges in spring. It is not only not rare but also normal.

Because at this time, the fruits on the market will either rot or enter people's stomachs after a whole winter, so if there are fresh fruits at this time, they will definitely be sold at a good price.

Many farmers and farmers obviously realized this point, so as soon as the spring began, many people carried oranges and easy-to-preserve fruits such as oranges and oranges on their backs to Chang'an for sale.

Wu Laoshuan is the one who went to Chang'an to sell fruits. For decades, he would bring the oranges from his family to the West Market to sell them for a pen that was expensive for him, and then buy some things back. However, this year he complained a little secretly. In addition to the oranges that originally belonged to their family, he was forced to order the oranges not to go back to see him if they were sold for two cents of money.

When he thought of Liangguan Qian, Wu Laoshuan hated the young man who was regarded as a living Bodhisattva in Zhuangzi to the core!

Yes, I hate it to the core!

Two silos of money are not two copper coins, but two thousand copper coins! He believed that if all the oranges in his back were sold out, the copper coins would be buried alive!

I have never seen such an unreliable person. Sir, I'm apologized!

But even though he was unhappy, Wu Laoshuan decided to give it a try. After all, the current orange has almost changed from before. Wan Yi encountered a ignorant mallet?

After spending a bronze slap in the entrance of the West Market, he gained the power to set up a stall for a day. He put down his back and took down the small stool that was left at his waist and sat waiting for the buyer to come.

"Old Man Wu, are you here to sell oranges again this year?"

As soon as he sat down, several acquaintances came towards him. Like him, these people came to hawk with the stored fruits from the post-winter.

"Yeah! You guys came very early!" Wu Laoshuan hurried forward to say hello.

After a few greetings, the entrance to the West Market was already very lively. Chen Shi was when the family of dignitaries bought things. More than 60% of the business in the West Market was completed during this period of time.

When we came, we were yi waves and then we left.

Soon, Wu Laoshuan became a little uneasy, because among his acquaintances, he smiled and bowed to him, and his eyes were filled with a sarcastic look.

Wu Laoshuan knew very well that these people were laughing at his oranges for offering two jin of money. After half a morning of persuasion, Wu Laoshuan's oranges were ready to sell two jin of money, which had been uploaded in the western market.

"Wu Laoshuan, I heard that your oranges are going to be sold for two jin of this year. Isn't it possible to become an immortal after eating them?" A man selling pork next to him joked to Wu Laoshuan with nothing to do: "How about I use my half pork for you to raise them? As long as I can become an immortal, I will introduce the buyer to you tomorrow! Hahahahaha!"

The butcher's surname is Zhang, who is in his forties and has a fat face. Wu Laoshuan knows this person, just a person who likes to show off. Because he is good at business in recent years, he likes to pretend to be good. Whenever he sees a more familiar person, he likes to pretend to be yi3 or something in order to satisfy his little vanity.

After all, he is a little bit big in Xishi. Even the city officials in Xishi sometimes cut two pounds of fat meat from him and went home to celebrate the teeth!
Chapter completed!